Shooting Star

Walking the wildness of Wharariki
We meet Toby & Veronica in a clash of waves

& Toby speaks of the shooting star
Seen the night the River Tribe shared poems  

The incandescent spark falling earthward
For the briefest of moments – Yet, all saw –   

& perhaps this is the final witness of the River Tribe,
The fragile ark of humanness, momentarily present

In spontaneous brilliance beside the Takaka River –     
The tribal heart, open in freedom and unconditional love –

Through all my days I will love these precious ones
The babbling tongues of Europe, the Americas,

Asia & Aotearoa, suddenly still
Beneath an ascendant Southern Cross

 

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‘Wharariki’ Beach on the West Coast of Golden Bay. A beautiful wild
‘The night the tribe shared poems;’ the night of ‘The Living River Tribe Poets Society.’

After the poems were shared, those who didn’t have poems to share spoke or sang in their native tongues. It was a moment of deep spontaneous communion.

 ‘The shooting star;’ as we shared there was a brilliant flash followed by a trail of light.

The flash was later reported to be a Russian space station burning as it re-entered the atmosphere.  

 

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